Letra da Música So Uncool de Caroline Lavelle

SO UNCOOL
Words & Music: Lavelle
I'm so uncool that my fingers almost burn. They've been known to strip the skin like the sun. Come & touch me brave heart with your velvet skin; you're playing games with me you'll never win. You spill tempting lies, silver, like fishes on the sand, and tell me that heaven lies in the smallest touch of your hand, and I'm almost believing you; you're playing games with me and you will lose. You drape mystery lightly, like gauze around your head, and capture the midday sun in your eyes; the sweetness in your face it lies so easily - if I believed in you I'd lose me. I'll eat you alive, oh & you can hardly wait, but I know that your fate holds you with a surer touch than I ever could, or ever wanted to; believe me we're on our own. And it's just you.